“There’s a devil in the desert; that’s certain.”
“Why?”
“Because I tell you he came out of the desert to turn my wife wrong.”
“Then you weren’t joking?”
“Not I. It’s as true as that I went and charged my revolver, because I saw what I told you. Here’s Madame coming out to join us.”
Lemaire shifted heavily and abruptly in his chair.
“Hallo!” he said, in a brutal tone of voice. “What’s up with you to-night?”
As he spoke he stared hard at his wife’s shoulder, just by her ear.
“Nothing. What are you looking at? There isn’t——”
She put up her hand quickly to her shoulder and felt over her dress.